Pull the triggers on the niggers,nSpinach blasters,nFaster and faster,nSandblasters you scummy bastards,nThe ex-terminators,nThe irradiators,nThe spinach blasters of 1974,nGang-banging down your door,nSmear proof/here's proof,nTire alarms/germ culturennScream miracle cortex fall and aligned out of view,nOn the windowsill in your room, look at that line on view,nOn cortex mineral liquid scars, Liquitex and marzipans,nMelt on photon rays,nLasers happen to you again,nI think my dead companioship lifts me out of me,nLike spin age blasters go faster all the time,nI got this crazy feeling since I know I remember when,nBut now I'm sure I'm old and I'm pure,nComing around this happened again,nWake up you miracle dumb bell!nIt's time to fall out the window with me,nTurn in the rosary chips,nThats what I would say to me if I met me, nForget me, don't reject me nownnLike duck blinds, the ones I used to live in,nI pass them all the time,nSpin age blasters, radio cortex falls on screen, like video images of myself, I like them to be seen,nHappens all the timennThe radio emitted blood, the testicle stomped in the mud,nThe meter reader creamed in the crud,nThe elevator's due for a flood,nThe skin-diver dived off the bank,nHe disconnected his air-tank,nHis face went totally blank, and down to the bottom he sanknnThis is miracle cortex, this is falls on chips, this is chocolate chips and faggots,nLike radio Asian sores scars Bo Diddley night